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YOU HAVE MY SWORD!

Herryk was not pleased by his performance, and that much was made obvious by the stiff way the draugr moved. He lifted the blade, peering down the shaft of the weapon. It was straight and true; this meant that the blame was his and his alone.

Herryk grunted, lifted the blade and hacked it downward in a swift motion. The blade slipped, found no purchase and slowly gave way. The mannequin bounced free, jerking forward as it rattled against Herryk's chest. Disgusted, Herryk stalked a few feet away.

HP: 12/40
Damage Dealt: 0
Opponent's HP: 12/15
Damage Blocked/Evaded: No.
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YOU HAVE MY SWORD!

Herryk felt a little bit more centered as he approached the mannequin. He'd taken his time, thought about his options. He would try something more agile this time instead of striking with brute force. Insofar such attacks hadn't been entirely effective, so perhaps a change was what he needed.

Herryk came in low with his blade, sending the tip of the weapon gliding upward sure and strong. It caught, the mannequin giving way beneath the blade. A connection. Herryk pressed forward, light on his feet, and drove the blade home before slipping away fleet of foot; no damage taken, yet he'd driven the blade in as best he could.

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Damage Dealt: 5
Opponent's HP: 7/15
Damage Blocked/Evaded: Yes
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Herryk's following attack was weak. After he'd done so well, it was shameful. His Fear shield was slowly depleting; he could feel it weakening around him. Beaten by a mannequin?

Herryk grimaced, jerking out of the way before he could take any damage.

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Damage Dealt: 0
Opponent's HP: 5/15
Damage Blocked/Evaded: Yes
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Yes, fatigue was taking its toll on the draugr. His movements were slow and sluggish, his muscles burned with the dull ache of overuse. Clenching his teeth only served to give him a headache, and Herryk took a few moments to recuperate.

Annoyed, Herryk sent his fist flying towards the mannequin. He left no damage behind (nor did he take any) but it still felt nice to make that sort of contact.

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Damage Dealt: 0
Opponent's HP: 5/15
Damage Blocked/Evaded: Yes.
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Perhaps Herryk was not meant for a sword. He was starting to enjoy the thought of large, broad double-bladed axe. Something big and heavy with substance. Something that had weight behind it; something that could be used to cleave heads in twain.

Herryk was starting to get really tired of this sword, that was for certain.

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Damage Dealt: 0
Opponent's HP: 3/15
Damage Blocked/Evaded: Yes
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YOU HAVE MY BOW!

As the students all reached for their weapons, Jove hesitated. What Cybele said about agility and speed certainly fit... But he was also very small, very weak. Where a direct attack might knock back an average dagger wielder, it would be enough to flatten a pup as small as himself. He would be learning only a variation of his current abilities, still prone to the same weakness.

Remembering her impressive demonstration the first day of class, Jove immediately knew what he wanted to use. If he could attack from a distance... He could use his speed and agility to keep that distance as long as possible while still damaging the opponent. That's what he needed.

With an expression of wide-eyed eagerness, the pup selected the biggest bow he could find. He gave it a test, pulling back the string with some effort, and then grinned a feral, sharp-toothed grin.

He followed Tybalt and the others to a platform, and faced that mannequin. A different one than he had thrown bees at the day before. He immediately felt safer, calmer, with it slowly hobbling towards him instead of hot on his heels.

Pulling back the string, the pup stuck out his tongue as he tried to aim.

ZZZZKKT - The arrow landed at the thing's feet, temporarily halting it's advance.

Opponent's HP: 15
Damage Dealt: 0
Opponent's Distance: 60
Knockback Dealt: Yes
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The pup took a deep breath and drew back another arrow. He tried to mimic Cybele's posture from the previous day, the way she stood straight, arrow fletching near her ear...

And he let go of the string.

With an audible THUNK the arrow landed in the mannequin's lower torso, driving it back a few steps. The pup's ears perked with excited pride, and he glanced over to see if Tybalt had noticed his shot. There was something about straight posture, he figured.

Opponent's HP: 15 - 5
Damage Dealt: 5
Opponent's Distance: 60
Knockback Dealt: Yes
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With the sting slowly fading, Jove took aim again. How was it he avoided the string before, he had positioned himself differently, hadn't he? Rubbing at his arm he noticed why. Being scrawny had helped him, but if he didn't rotate his arm closer to the shoulder, the string was more likely to snap against his elbow.

Holding the bow up, Jove took aim and let the arrow fly. Ears perked as it struck the mannequin, halting it's advance, and even more importantly, didn't hurt his arm.

Opponent's HP: 10 - 2
Damage Dealt: 2
Opponent's Distance: 54
Knockback Dealt: Yes
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